Oh no what have I done
Whispers from left to right
The fucking god damn voices

With a final cut to the wrist
I bleed
With a final blow to the head
Butterflies are formed

I walk the path of a thousand deaths
Knowing that blood has been shed on this path
The time is ticking for me
Death is near, I can feel his presence

Oh no what have I done
Thoughts flowing throughout my mind
How shall I commit this death

I see the horrified faces
Knowing that no one knew this was going to happen
Death is by my side, the only person who has been

The possibilities are endless
By the time I was born, my fate was set in stone
Knowing that one day this would happen

It could have been a slit throat
A possible hanging
Maybe I fucking overdosed
I could have dropped like a brick
Or even made a permanent hole in my head

Oh no what have I done
The pulse is gone and I am dead
I blame the voices, the whispers, the thoughts
And now I'm dead because of them

•SUICIDE•